Another George Stephanopolous sighting. ABC News is one block away from my office and the gym and I've passed him twice now: six weeks ago crossing the street, going home from the gym, and again this morning, taking a shortcut through the parking garage across the street. (He apparently drives a black Audi TT. You go, George.) Makes me realize how few celebrity sightings I've had in DC, despite four years here. It's not for a lack of celebrities -- I'm forever reading in the Post about where Tom Cruise or the King of something was dining over the weekend. Maybe I should start eating at nicer restaurants. I don't think I'm going to see Brad Pitt in the neighborhood Chipotle.

And we have a new ceiling fan in the bedroom. Had to get the electrician to come install it. Ken took a look around the attic and decided, wisely, that it wasn't self-evident enough for him to mess with it. It has of course been installed *after* 6 weeks of swelteringly hot summer. Today it is rainy and 75.

The workplace of Dr. Ken, Punk Rock Doc.

3 relaxing days at the beach, rain be damned. Much eating of fried foods, and a bout of alcoholic overindulgence whilst playing "Loaded Questions," Laura and Mark's engagement present board game. Aborted attempts to eat at Mango Mike's and Redfin. Successful Mom & Pop cuisine at the Frog House. "Signs" at the Midway theaters. Home cooked pasta and Toll House cookies from dough. Some outlet shopping. Amongst the weekend's revelers: House master TK, Bob, Sharon, Mark, Laura, Mike, myself and Mr. Moon.

A weekend alone and getting things done. Ken was down in St. Mary's County, moonlighting and visiting a close friend whose father had died.

Our kitchen is looking spiffy with a new stove and a chrome baker's rack to hang the pots on that used to go in the left side of the old, wide stove. Cleaned up everything and had Lynn and Unni over for Baja Fresh takeout and DVDs Saturday night. "Bandits" got the thumbs-up, although it was a tad long.

Tonight: my friend Sammy is apparently in town. I hope we can get together.

Beach in 3 days!

I was really hoping August would be less insane than July. Clearly not the case. It's just as frickin' hot, too. Another Code Red Day today, good only for free bus rides and softening the blow of September's all-too-imminent arrival. Can't wait 'til our last-gasp beach trip to Bethany next weekend ...